[He shows up without warning to a makeshift aid compound in the middle of a crisis zone and she's apologizing that the mood wasn't romantic?]
Chocolates and rose petals next time, I promise. [He just barely feels the whisper of lips along his jaw and the noise he makes is.. frustrated.] Candlelight under the stars.
[He nudges her away from his chin with a gentle hand, tipping her head back to bare her throat to him. It isn't that he can't feel it or that he doesn't want to, but he'd rather focus on her. Her technology was and continues to be a marvel of science, well ahead of its time, but she is no miracle worker; tactile sensation from the.. parts of him they had needed (or wanted) to replace entirely is a fraction of what he'd once had, just enough to feel and orientate himself. Everything else was supplemented by the suite of augmentations to his other senses. He understands now that it was probably just more efficient this way, or perhaps even Zeigler's prowess was not enough to exactly replicate the intricacies of the nervous system. Whatever the reason, he feels her weight on him, the warmth of her body, but her kiss is a mere ghost of a sensation.
The mark he'd left on her neck earlier is almost faded, so he mouths at the spot just above it, pressing his tongue against her skin and sucking with a bit more effort than before.]
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Chocolates and rose petals next time, I promise. [He just barely feels the whisper of lips along his jaw and the noise he makes is.. frustrated.] Candlelight under the stars.
[He nudges her away from his chin with a gentle hand, tipping her head back to bare her throat to him. It isn't that he can't feel it or that he doesn't want to, but he'd rather focus on her. Her technology was and continues to be a marvel of science, well ahead of its time, but she is no miracle worker; tactile sensation from the.. parts of him they had needed (or wanted) to replace entirely is a fraction of what he'd once had, just enough to feel and orientate himself. Everything else was supplemented by the suite of augmentations to his other senses. He understands now that it was probably just more efficient this way, or perhaps even Zeigler's prowess was not enough to exactly replicate the intricacies of the nervous system. Whatever the reason, he feels her weight on him, the warmth of her body, but her kiss is a mere ghost of a sensation.
The mark he'd left on her neck earlier is almost faded, so he mouths at the spot just above it, pressing his tongue against her skin and sucking with a bit more effort than before.]